Too Many Flamingos

          The flamingos stepped back, in horror, eyeing Paws like he was some kind of big cat.  The ‘head’ flamingo lowered his head to stare Paws as he took a step back.  It was kind of funny to see in a way but who knows what burds could do?  These dudes could start attacking at any second, so Paws knew he had to be careful.

          In the meantime, a soggy Tippy was just watching Paws in awe.  He didn’t want to meow anything mostly bepaws, well, he didn’t want Paws yowling at him.  So, he ‘pawsed’ to see what he was going to meow next. 

          Paws took a deep breath and eyed the ‘burds.’  He didn’t know anything about flamingos except that they were too pink and way too noisy.  However, he knew he had to put on a good act or else they’d start squawking again.   “Where are we?”  he asked the group.

          “Flamingo Island,” the head dude said. 

          Paws and Tippy just stared at each other.  Flamingo Island?  Gee, that was original.

          “What are you cats doing here anyway?”  asked a smaller flamingo who looked like a girl but who in the meow could tell with a ‘burd?’

          “We got caught in a wave,” Paws answered.  “I was-”

          That’s when all of the ‘burds’ started cackling.  Meee-ow, it was a weird noise too.  Paws felt like he was going to scream but thank meowness it didn’t last.  The head flamingo-dude waved his wings, calming the crowd, and said, “Well you cats are in big trouble now.”